Imperfect ode

I lose myself in your captivating eyes
those flawless mirrors to the soul,
that sacred temple of no lies...

I crave your lips,
a gentle touch or a deviant kiss
I can't help it, can't resist,
It's the promise of bliss...


I long for the sight of your angelic face,
The lines in it prove no age
as if you were detained in a timeless cage
But you are no angel my dear
and that is clear
No angel indeed!
For your long beautiful hands
have crushed many hearts, performed their deeds,
and your cold beating heart shed no tear
before the poor bastards fear....
Impious divinity!

Your scent is mesmerizing,
so much it's hypnotizing
Made out of lust and desire
and cinnamon, and fire!

And that skin of yours, oh ebony!
Planned far beyond perfection
soft and smooth dark skin,
painted same color as sin,
same texture as dreams....
It haunts my dreams!

Blessed with sculptural curves
So well designed, so well defined
Immersed with God's finest thoughts
along with the Devil's darkest wishes

Your splendor, although nameless
is worthy of a goddess...
Plain and yet astonishing,
so hauntingly beautiful!


                             C.D.